Rearrangement of the Lyrics of a Song by Lana Del Rey
You’re fun and you’re wild
But you don’t know half of the shit you put me through
—Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey can rhyme ‘bitch’
with ‘kids’ and ‘kiss.’ She
also, in the very same song,
sings with the mellifluous
cheese-grater that is her
voice, ‘Your poetry’s
so bad and you blame the
news.’ Even if you aren’t
a poet, I’d venture that is
pretty relatable to most of
you reading this. The name
of the song (or I would call
it a ‘piece,' which is
more a video than a song,
as well), is Norman Fuck-
ing Rockwell, and in par-
entheses after that are
the words ‘Album Trailer.’
At times, Ms. Del Rey (yes,
I know) is too much for me
to—the word is not appre-
ciate, but—get hyped up about
hearing the song or even the
chanteuse herself sing over and
over for an extended amount of
time. But that certainly does
not mean that I do not have
the utmost respect and
appreciation for what she
does, which is at times
sublime, and more
often revelatory; and for-
tunately often (although
a bit too overdramatized
for my taste) just good
old fashioned fun. I think
that twice in the song
I heard, ‘Goddam man-
child, you fucked me so
good that I almost said
“I love you”.’ Whoever
can’t relate to that probably
has never lived. This is my
sonnet for Lana Del Rey.
You’re fun and you’re wild
But you don’t know half of the shit you put me through
—Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey can rhyme ‘bitch’
with ‘kids’ and ‘kiss.’ She
also, in the very same song,
sings with the mellifluous
cheese-grater that is her
voice, ‘Your poetry’s
so bad and you blame the
news.’ Even if you aren’t
a poet, I’d venture that is
pretty relatable to most of
you reading this. The name
of the song (or I would call
it a ‘piece,' which is
more a video than a song,
as well), is Norman Fuck-
ing Rockwell, and in par-
entheses after that are
the words ‘Album Trailer.’
At times, Ms. Del Rey (yes,
I know) is too much for me
to—the word is not appre-
ciate, but—get hyped up about
hearing the song or even the
chanteuse herself sing over and
over for an extended amount of
time. But that certainly does
not mean that I do not have
the utmost respect and
appreciation for what she
does, which is at times
sublime, and more
often revelatory; and for-
tunately often (although
a bit too overdramatized
for my taste) just good
old fashioned fun. I think
that twice in the song
I heard, ‘Goddam man-
child, you fucked me so
good that I almost said
“I love you”.’ Whoever
can’t relate to that probably
has never lived. This is my
sonnet for Lana Del Rey.
